Can extract sunshine from a cloudy day!

Join the great company of those who make the barren places of life fruitful with kindness. Carry a vision of heaven in your hearts, and you shall make your name,your college, the world, correspond to that vision. Your success and happiness lie within you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer wrappings. The great, enduring realities are love and service. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulty. ~ Helen Keller
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Tuesday, January 12, 2016

"To The Philippines" by Dr. Jose Rizal

Election season is an unraveling freak show! Think of lucid nightmares that wake to the hell of another nightmare and another nightmare until  phantasm reels you into a sucking sink hole of trapped wretchedness. You pant, you scream but there's no saving from false awakenings. It's bad like that - there's no escape.

Now - think of  manure - a fresh  wide field and you in the middle of it! Wherever you turn stench assaults you. Each step you take for a planned escape is a foot of never ending path of muck,  
It's bad like that - there's no escape.

And then the flies! O' the flies! Let me tell you about the flies...

Buzzing buzzing buzz buzz regiments and assemblies of screwball political derelict fantasists, haw shaw pseudo experts - potty instant lawyers, mystic constitutionalists,  and deranged opinion puke twits'who will inundate your sensitivities with their skunk breath take on everything and everyone. 

Drunk in the arena of their drama'a-a-ass'  as they spew their unsolicited jerk expert mentholated  reasoning for everything. Mind you, they will immodestly snag you to speak'a spell, then decapitate your own self respecting standpoint're a butterfly and they just happen to be a fly.

I never will be one to fall for this. -

In the middle of all these mental excrement, one must have the strength of mind to separate from the idle twaddle and comprehend with a personal devotion, the what and wherewithal of  the present material time and land of country one has been gifted by the divine.

What, in spite of the mayhem can one do to positively reflect a working hope and a triumph of way in spite of the headless clucking of men ( and women) ? For inspiration, I have found the immortal words of the beloved Dr. Jose Rizal, whose poetry to the land is a saving breath of grace from this circus of clowns

To the Philippines 
Rizal wrote the original sonnet in Spanish

Aglowing and fair like a houri on high,
Full of grace and pure like the Morn that peeps
When in the sky the clouds are tinted blue,
Of th' Indian land, a goddess sleeps.

The light foam of the son'rous sea 
Doth kiss her feet with loving desire;
The cultured West adores her smile
And the frosty Pole her flow'red attire.

With tenderness, stammering, my Muse
To her 'midst undines and naiads does sing;
I offer her my fortune and bliss:
Oh, artists! her brow chaste ring
With myrtle green and roses red
And lilies, and extol the Philippines!

( another translation fro the original Spanish poem)
Warm and beautiful like a houri of yore,
as gracious and as pure as the break of dawn
when darling clouds take on a sapphire tone,
sleeps a goddess on the Indian shore.

The small waves of the sonorous sea assail
her feet with ardent, amorous kisses, while
the intellectual West adores her smile;
and the old hoary Pole, her flower veil.

My Muse, most enthusiastic and elate,
sings to her among naiads and undines;
I offer her my fortune and my fate.

With myrtle, purple roses, and flowering greens
and lilies, crown her brow immaculate,
O artists, and exalt the Philippines! 

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